Nigel took his place in the queue, marveling at how busy the airport was lately. The tarmac was five or six deep waiting for flight clearance. Looking around at the other carriers, he saw Archie and taxied up beside him. “Hey, Archie,” Nigel said. “Where are all the birds flying in from?” “Nigel!” Archie dipped … Continue reading Their appointed rounds
Category: Flash Fiction
Happy hour
When I agreed to meet him, it was with the precondition that I consume a tranquilizing amount of aperitif. My third watermelon lemonade mojito arrived with him. His disapproval was as sour as my drink, and I didn’t care. As he slowly sat down, I couldn’t help but notice his receding hairline and substantial paunch. I … Continue reading Happy hour
Unsolicited advice
I’ll have you know that I have an associate degree in Early Childhood Development, and have babysat for my many nieces and nephews since I was 14. I have two cats and a goldfish at home, and they all behave superbly. That sort of acting out is from not having any boundaries at home, or … Continue reading Unsolicited advice
A laughing matter
I must have dozed off, because when the shadow fell across my face it startled me. I still don’t know how I got up so fast from the chaise without losing my top. A vaguely familiar, and incredibly good-looking man, dressed in delivery blue, was courteous enough to turn away while I struggled to tie … Continue reading A laughing matter
Purple hair and tangerine sunsets
The two siblings sat at the low kids’ table. Scrap paper was scattered across the surface, along with little piles of crayons spilt from several tattered boxes. None of the colors were whole. Paper was torn off to expose broken tips. Older than his sister by two years, the six-year-old boy was meticulously drawing a … Continue reading Purple hair and tangerine sunsets
Deception
Coral, fidgeting with a cup of Earl Grey, sat across the street from the hotel at a small bistro called Noémi’s. Dining al fresco put her in jeopardy of being seen, but at this point she didn’t care. She knew Philip was at the Windsor Regent. He was there every Thursday afternoon. He tried to … Continue reading Deception





